Too Much Talking (now with Lucy!)

Bernadette: Mom, I just want to go to Italy so much!
Ana: Oh really? What place in Italy do you want to go to the most?
Bernadette: Ummm... the living room!

Coming out during "rest time":
Bernadette: Mama...? I've slepen some, really I have...
Ana: You have to stay in for 15 for more minutes
Bernadette: How about "FIFTEEN TWO", that's the same as 15 minutes.
Ana: deal

Recounting her baby doll play for me:
Bernadette: My baby just took a violent nap!

Bernadette: Uh, mom?
Ana: yes?
Bernadette: If you were arrested, about how long do you think you would need to go to jail for?
Ana: ...

While working with Naomi during lesson time:
Ana: Print the word "miss"
Bernadette (interjecting): Oh yes, like if you said "excuse me MISS Adult Bernadette, can you please get me a glass of wine???

Bernadette: Mom, when I marry, will you be there?
Me: Yes
Bernadette: And will Daddy be there?  And Naomi and Lucy and Joseph?
Me: Yes
Bernadette: Well, then I just have to get my husband ready then!

Bernadette: Mom, when will I get my husband?
Me: Well, you have to meet him and date him first.
Bernadette: When did you date daddy?
Me: um, when I was...
Bernadette: 8?!?!

Overheard from the other room, Bernadette, while in perfect health, talking to Naomi:
Bernadette: I am just really sick
Naomi: oh, really?
Bernadette: Yes, I have a horrible headache and a cold and a tummy ache
Naomi: oh
Bernadette: But if you could just give me something, really special, I might feel better. 

And of course, Lucy has joined the ranks of non-stop talkers.

Lucy (walking up to me while I do dishes): Hi sweet grail!
Me: Hi Lucy
Lucy: No, I'm mama.
Me: Oh, hi mom
Lucy: Wha you fink sweet grail?

Any time I participate in responses during Mass:
Lucy (putting her hand over my mouth): ssshhhhh! WHISPERD!

Lucy (walking up and getting really close and personal with me while I was nursing Joseph): she's the biting your neck?
Me: what?
Lucy: Is she just biting your neck? 
...

Too Much Talking: All Bernadette

This is one of those posts that I have obviously been adding to for many, many months, and since quite a bit of what Bernadette says makes zero sense, I am very impressed that I gathered this much. Enjoy!

We share "good things" for the day at dinner time and Mike had given himself an extra short hair cut earlier in the day:
Bernadette: "My good fing might be... Daddy's new, very distinguished, hair cut..." 


Ana: Bernadette, you promised that if I let you finish the movie, you would sleep for this nap. You are not keeping your promise by coming out of your room so much, can you please keep your promise?
Bernadette: I will keep my promise, if you could just stop being like that. Like with your face looking like that...
Ana:...


Bernadette: I just want to take that fence down (pointing to the fence between us and the neighbors) so I can see their frog statue.
Ana: Well, we won't be able to because then we wouldn't have privacy
Bernadette: Oh right privaseat! People need privaseat. Especially when they are naked or when they pull their pants down.

After finding a worm and naming it Fredrick:
Bernadette: Oh Fredrick! You are the most beautiful worm I've seen in my whole life!


Ana: Would you guys like some cantaloupe?
Bernadette: No, no, no. Say it wif me, Mom: CANDLE-lope.


After coming out of her "rest space" for the 10th time:
Bernadette: Mom, I have a recipe I just thought up: first you put in bananas and then banana bread then you mix it around and put it in the freezer and it turns into flour dough.... Then you take it out and put coffee and caffeine in it and some rotten eggs and mix it one more time and it then you eat it.
Ana: go nap please


To Bernadette sitting on the floor refusing to get up and walk herself:
Ana: Bernadette, please get up and walk into your room
Bernadette: I just can't! My legs are too short and contempted!



Bernadette: Mom, I have a pregnancy song for you.
Ana: Oh great, go ahead
Bernadette: Pregnancy!!!!!! IS SO DARLING!!!!

While at the pet store, we stopped to look at some birds who had just laid eggs. I let Bernadette know that the sign said to be quiet since the birds were laying eggs. To which Bernadette yell-whispered into the cage: "CONGRATULATIONS!!"

On Palm Sunday, head bowed and hands folded:
"Let us say a prayer to Jesus on this Pulp Sunday!"

Overheard from the kitchen, the resolution to one of Bernadette's story lines in her pretend play:
"And the barbarians lived happily ever after!"

During her play, naming one of her princesses:
"And her name shall be... Green Salvation!"

During her princess play, talking for her princesses:
"And of all the acts of greatness! And believing! And Tigers! This shall be the greatest!"

At the zoo the other day:
"This fresh breeze just makes my heart so unconscious..." 

{An Extra Special} Too Much Talking

While driving in the car the other day:

Naomi: Look, mom! There's Saint Joe's hospital, where Lucy was born!

Ana: Yes, and remember we're going to have another baby there this August.

Naomi: I know! 

Bernadette: AAhhhh?!?! What?!? BACON!??!?!

Ana: No Bernadette, a baby

Bernadette: Oh, ok. 

We are so thrilled to share the news that we will be welcoming another Hahn baby into the world this August, and maybe we'll have some bacon too.

Too Much Talking

After much coaxing to get Naomi to eat her dinner, she gave this explanation for her reluctance:
"Well, it's just that I only like to eat ordinary food, that is, food that tastes good."


 Naomi's response to Mike asking her to start cleaning up her toys in the play room at the end of the day:
"Oh, but mommy has done such a great job of cleaning all the other rooms, I am sure she can handle one more!"

Upon realizing she had made a huge discovery, Naomi ran to me to let me know her latest nugget of knowledge:
Naomi: Mom! People in France have their own language!
Ana: I know!
Naomi: Yeah, instead of "the end" they say "zee end"


Naomi: Hey mom, can I have your help with something? (walks up to me with the doll house television set, which she is pretending is a smartphone)
Ana: Yes
Naomi: Well, I'm having some trouble with this. Every time I find the picture I want and try to move it to google it and put it on my faceblog to show it to my friends, but as soon as I boink it it goes to another picture!

Bernadette's response to being reprimanded for breaking a beautiful piece of art we own:
"But my very favorite times are when I am breaking things!"


Ana: Bernadette, go to the play room
Bernadette: NOOOOOO
Ana: Yes, head out to the play room and play
Bernadette: NO IT'S TOO COLD OUT THERE!! (it really is an ice box)
Naomi: (interjecting in her calmest, most soothing voice) Mom, just let her go out to the living room where it's warmer. I promise, things are going to be a lot better in your whole life from now on...
Ana:...


Tonight after putting them in their room for bed, they came banging on the door (we lock them in) and Naomi proclaimed in her most excited/urgent voice:
"Mom, do you know what we just saw? We just saw the largest, BIGGEST star ever and do you know what we're thinking? We're thinking it's probably the star of Bethlehem!"

Probably

Too Much Talking (and more!)

I post this as the girls sit in their room making fart noises to each other and cracking up while waiting for their cow to wake up for the day. I can't wait to start this day!!

While on our way to feed the ducks on campus I was trying to calm Naomi down about the dreaded Canadian geese who occasionally get up in your business and hiss at you:
Ana: Naomi you don't have to go near them, you can just stay in the stroller.
Naomi: Or we could just run over them with our car...

After taking Naomi to the potty one Sunday at Mass we were waiting in the back for a good time to go back in when Naomi spotted a man in a motercycle outside of the church and said:
"Aw look mom! That man rode all the way here on his tricycle!

During the nightly toothbrushing battle, Bernadette kept asking me for some super tasty children's motrin, even though she was not sick at all:
Ana: Bernadette, you are not sick and I am not giving you medicine.
Bernadette: I do need medicine, mom! I need medicine because my feelings are hurting.

After the girls catechesis class, I was asking Bernadette what things she did and responding "really!?" after all of them and after a few "reallys?!" she just responded:
"Yep! you better believe it!"

After asking her several times to eat the only nurtirional part of her chic fil a meal (cup of preservative soaked fruit), Naomi responded:
"Oh that's very kind of you! But no thank you."

Naomi asked me last night if she could wipe off the table before dinner, so I gave aher a wet wipe and let her, after which she explained to Mike her motivations:
Naomi: Daddy, do you know why I wiped off the table for mommy?
Mike: No, why?
Naomi: Because I just really want mommy to be happier with me than she is with Bernadette."

In regards to the above picture colored by Naomi,
Ana: Aw, is that you Naomi?
Naomi: Nope! It's you. In the kitchen. Baking cookies. With your glasses on.
I always knew I had a future in modeling.

And now for a new installment:

Story Time With Bernadette.  

She has just been recently displaying some impressive narrative abilities and I managed to get a few on video the other afternoon. I am including a caption below with Naomi's interjections and my promptings, in case you are confused (it probably won't help)

DSCF0001 from Ana Hahn on Vimeo.
Bernadette: Once upon a time there was good giant and good bat and a good Ratigan. They were having a picnic. They heared (spelling error intentional) something, it was called a bad wolf, and they ran away!
Naomi: The giant might have scared him...
Bernadette: ...and the giant said "yeah that thing scared us!" (long pause)
Ana: Then what happened?
Bernadette: Then the rain started to blow up the air! 
Naomi:  Was he a good wolf, Bernadette?
Bernadette: No he was a bad wolf. But the wolf made it dark and the bats were scared of the wolf and the bats ran away and flied out of the air and they were safe having a picnic. The end. 

If you know of any cheap children's book illustrators, I think this one is a Caldecott contender.

Too Much Talking

After talking about how much it will snow when the winter comes, Naomi broke in:
"Speaking of snow! Can we have breakfast?"

At breakfast one morning, probably that same morning:
Ana: Naomi, finish your food
Naomi: My tummy is full. I dare not eat the rest.

In response to me telling them that they need to be good in order to get a special treat, Naomi shouts excitedly:
"We'll be good! We'll be good or bust!"

And Bernadette gave me a vocabulary lesson while the two of us had some rare one-on-one time the other evening:
Bernadette: Mommy, do you know what a "chole" is?
Ana: No, what is it?
Bernadette: Oh! Well a chole means that someone comes here and chomps off all the stuff in the lady's garden and pooh says "is all your stuff packed up?"
Ana:...

Followed by another word description:
Bernadette: And do you know what a "forden" is?
Ana: No...
Bernadette:Well, it means that a truck runs up into a hill and breaks the hill all up and there's little duck babies coming in and a bad Walter Junior and a bad woman....
I really have no words

After being lost in thought for a little while, Naomi looks at me and presents me with a thought that is obviously ground breaking for her:
"Mommy, if I ask you for something that I am not allowed to have and you don't want me to throw a tantrum than you should probably just give it to me."
I would not have thought it was funny if she had any idea at all that she was threatening me. 

One of our conversations on one of our many car trips recently:
Naomi: Mom, tell me what you want to be when you grown up.
Ana: Well, I am already grown up, but I guess when I am older I want to be like nana and grammy, what about you?
Naomi: Um, I would really like to be  mother... because right now I am only a widow.

While trying desperately to get the girls to sleep one night:
Bernadette: I'm thirsty!!
Ana: do you want a glass of water?
Bernadette: No!! I want a glass of wine!
Me too, dear. Me too. 

Too Much Talking

 ^^ That's just something she's been saying a lot. Who needs real words when you can make up all your own!?

While shuffling through my purse for several minutes trying to unearth my keys from its depths in order to run an errand one morning, Naomi said :
"Mommy, why do you always hide your keys from yourself?"
I do not know, but it is so true.

As Bernadette sat picking at Mike's head one evening, he ask what she was doing and she said:
"Oh, I'm just taking off your cradle caps"
Gross

During the breakfast hour Mike noticed that I had left a plastic bag so close to the coffee pot that it was melting, when he expressed his disapproval of that fact, Naomi broke in:
"Well, mommy does her own thing and you just need to let her do it"
That's right.

While trying to make a family plan one Saturday afternoon I let Mike know that I also needed to take care of a bunch of laundry, Naomi interjected with an afternoon plan:
"Oh! How about you could stay here and do the laundry while we go and get slushies? Ok? Ok."
That's just what they did.

Naomi walked up to me with a princess cell phone and a play comb, and handing them to me mournfully said:
"Take them. They're all I have left."
...

During an intense conversation where I was trying to explain to Naomi that ladies are beautiful even if they are not wearing pink or sparkles or flowers (Disney Princesses be damned!), I pointed to a diaper clad Lucy playing on the floor:
Me: Look at how beautiful Lucy is, and she's not wearing pink.
Naomi: She's not beautiful. She's Naked.
...

While still on the same above listed topic, I used my favorite nun saint as an example explaining how beautiful a lady can be even though she's not wearing pink. Later in the day Naomi hammered home that I had made very little headway with my explainations:
Naomi: Look mom, Saint Therese has beauty on the inside even without pink!
Me: Yes, you're right!
Naomi: But I am just going to tie this ribbon around her neck to help make her a little more beautifuller.
And, I'm done.

After some naughty behavior was taking place, Mike let the girls know that their behavior was "shameful" (he likes to hammer home the guilt factor), to which Naomi responded:
"It is shameful. But it's fun."
I quit. 

frightening little females

Mike and I were having a conversation the other day about Bernadette's current overly emotional and very volatile and ULTRA willful state and I mentioned that I am scared that she is going to end up being just like me as a toddler, little girl, middle schooler, pre-teen and so on. I have made mention before of my less than straight edge days as a youth, and I would say that in general as a girl I was a little wild. My mom always says that her worst tantrum throwers were me and 2 other of my sisters, and growing up in a house with 6 girls, being put in the top 3 of those who can throw an awesome tantrum, well, that's pretty good.

I am the chubby baby

I was rebellious very early very boy crazy. And around middle school I became hella insecure about myself, and while that's not surprising for any middle school aged girl, I do think the insecurities led to some more serious stuff as I got older.

In the green dress on the right with the bright blond highlights. At 14.

I am definitely NOT going to open my closet of life secrets for the webs, while that may make for a really fun post. And even though major strides have been made since my faux-green-silk dress wearing pre-teen days, I still find myself back at square one sometimes when it comes womanly struggles and now I find myself needing to raise three little women of my own (so far). There have been multiple instances recently that have foreshadowed the difficulties that await me with these girls and I have forced myself not to read anything, or seek advice, because that overwhelms me and will come later, and to rather just take it one SECOND at a time, and blog about my fears.


Naomi: Mommy, I am just so frustrated.
Me: Why?
Naomi: Because all I ever think about is marrying James, and all he ever thinks about is pirates and play mobiles.

This conversation took place in the car several weeks ago. Naomi is not even 4 1/2 yet. Naomi has been seriously trying to win her little friend Jame's hand in "pretend", but not so pretend in her mind, marriage for months now.

The fact is that I felt the way that she was feeling that day in the car until my senior year of college. I was constantly crushing on someone and hoping so hard they would notice me, or in a relationship with someone who was not worth it, or breaking up with that someone and it was so emotionally draining. I certainly did not think that this sort of boy chasing would start to take place until much later and if that is my only reason for keeping her at home for school I will count it as the best reason.

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Naomi: Mommy, I NEED to wear my pink dress tonight.
Me: Why?
Naomi: Because Mary only likes the color pink and I REALLY want Mary to like what I am wearing.

This conversation took place recently too and it scared me even more than the boy conversation. What woman that you know doesn't struggle with wanting to measure up to her peers? I know they exist, but I happen to be friends with none of them. This was one of the things I struggled with the earliest and the hardest as a girl, specially in the realm of vain things like clothing and looking good and in the end I would say that feeling like I did not measure up spiraled into a host of other insecurities which led no where good fast. I had no idea what to say to Naomi, but just to keep reiterating that she is beautiful in whatever she wears and that what other people think just doesn't matter. It still freaked me out.

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Naomi: I am the beautifulest!
Bernadette: NO, I AM THE BEAUTIFULEST!!! (because she is always screaming)
Naomi: I am the beautifulest!
Bernadette: NO, I AM THE BEAUTIFULEST!!!
(over and over until I put a stop to it)

Competition and comparison between women is the absolute worst. It was something that caused major problems for me and between me and so many of my friends, and is honestly something I still struggle with. I just hope and pray that I can fake it enough to where they come out being better and little females than their mother.

I have to make more and more of a concerted effort not to talk about whatever dieting I am currently trying to do, and even the words that I use in reference to what I look like with Mike are often not ideal and I am trying to improve on that. I hate putting on workout DVDs with the girls around because Jillian has just gotten more and more sexy looking with each video and there is always at least one lady with only a sports bra on.

When the girls ask why we are working out I try to really play up that exercise is so good for us and important for our overall health, but I know somewhere in my body there are lots of other vain and selfish motivations, because I want to look GOOD!

They stare at me while I am putting my makeup on and occasionally ask why I am doing it, to which I will always respond that it is important for mommy to feel my best so that I can be my best, but again, I know there are vain motivations behind everything. And I know that there is no way to root up all that crap in my self overnight, nor is there a way to shield and shelter them from all the crap that young women face in the world today. And that is why is just scares me. And why I pray for them daily.

And why I am sending all of them to the convent.

Too Much Talking

Naomi: Mommy come look at this beautiful picture I drew!
Me: Oh, that's nice, what is it?
Naomi: It's a beautiful lady! And that is her bloody nose and those are her tears.
Me: ...

I didn't ask what the round things are supposed to be.

One morning during breakfast:
Me: Naomi, do you want juice?
Naomi: Oh no, not in my condition.
Me: ...
I proceeded to get her some juice

While nursing Lucy one morning while the girls were supposed to be eating their breakfast, Bernadette bounds out into the room I am nursing in:
Me: Bernadette, did you eat all of your food?
Bernadette: Uh-huh! (enthusiastically nodding head "yes")
Me: Are you lying?
Bernadette: Uh-huh! (just as enthusiastically nodding head "yes")
Me:...

After taking a sip of her water bottle which had been sitting in the hot van for some time, Naomi said:
"It's disgusting! It has a really bad taste... it tastes like hummus."

Noami likes to make up songs throughout the day and sing them at the top of her lungs. Here are some lyrics I've overheard recently:
♫♫♫  "Do you want a bandaged donkey!?!?"  ♫♫♫ (Over and over and over.) and...
♫♫♫   "That's not that  illegal!!" ♫♫♫ (over and over and over again).
I'm on the hunt for an agent for her now.

After playing outside in the pool I asked Bernadette whether she peed in her swim diaper, her response was: "Oh yes, the pool really helped the pee to come out!"
How much of it did they drink? That's the real question.

After repeatedly saying "no" to Naomi about some treat that she was begging for, she looked at me smiling and then stroked my arm to butter me up and said:
"But honey... sweetheart.. please?"

This morning after vacuuming the playroom, I came back towards the girls' room and heard that the toilet had been flushed, at first I assumed it was Naomi but then I saw a naked Bernadette (who is not, I repeat NOT potty trained) and asked what was going on:
Bernadette: Oh, I peed on the potty!
Me (to Naomi): Did she really?
Naomi: Oh yes! I read her a book and taught her how to and now she is fully potty trained! Really! I give you my word, she is fully potty trained.
Me: ...

A trustworthy bunch, indeed.

And a bonus video of a very robotic crawling Lucy. She's finally starting to work off some of her rolls. Please for the love of everything good just mute your sound when you play it, my voice and the number of times I say "like" are both thoroughly embarrassing.


DSCF0002 from Ana Hahn on Vimeo.

Too Much Talking (and dancing)

Naomi to the babysitter while Mike and I were out on a date a few weeks ago, in response to Bernadette continually coming out of her bed and crying for me:
"I think that this is the last date my parents are going to go on, because I am just sick of all this whining and crying!" 

Naomi to my parents while hanging out on campus during their visit:
"Grammy, I think I need to go to the Grotto to pray because I have done a lot of naughty things today."
It's about time she owns up to it all.

Bernadette stopping in the middle of her pretend play, very solemnly:
"We have to say a prayer for Maleficent because she died. In the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit... (says a genuine prayer for the fictitious evil villain.)

Me: Why do you have underwear on your head? Naomi: Oh no, this is the prince's hat so that Bernadette can marry me!

Naomi on marriage:
Naomi: But mommy, why won't James say yes to marrying me?
Me: Well, I just don't think that little boys have as much fun playing pretend marriage as little girls do.
Naomi (totally exasperated): But he was the handsomest person I could find!
I've taught her well

In response to Naomi doing something helpful for Bernadette:
Me: You are a good sister, Naomi
Naomi: Oh yes of course, we are good sisters! We help each other, we fall in love with each other!
Apparently I have not taught them enough.

Upon walking out to greet me first thing in the morning:
Naomi: Hello, I am Sarahlee, and this little man is taking care of me! (points to Bernadette)
Me: Oh, what is his name?
Bernadette (in a "man's" voice): I'm Walter Princie! No, I am Rumpelstiltskin.
And I knew it was going to be a good day

That same morning, about 10 minutes later:
Me: Lucy and Rumpelstiltskin need to have a diaper change
Naomi: Of course they do. Because I do not want to have a stinky Rumpelstiltskin in my house!
We wouldn't want that.

After Bernadette yanked the curtains open at bedtime (a spank-able offense since we've gone through at least 2 broken curtain rods and an entire set of blinds broken to pieces):
Bernadette: No! Don't give me a spank!
Me: Ok, this is your warning, don't do it again.
Bernadette: Ok, I give you my word.
Big surprise- she did it again. 

In the car on the way home from Mass:
Naomi: Daddy!
Mike: Yes, Naomi?
Naomi: I'm pregnant!!!


And a bonus video of Lucy dancing to Mike's guitar playing, pretty much my all time favorite thing ever:


DSCF0007 from Ana Hahn on Vimeo.

Too Much Talking

I am seriously fighting the urge to write a lengthy post about how hard losing the rest of the baby weight is and about my stupid dieting efforts doing WW but not making nearly the progress that my fellow WW blog buddy Colleen is making (get behind me chocolate cheerios!) and how I am so flipping hungry all the time. But I will spare you all and will instead just give the girls their own post since there will never be a lack of words of theirs to share with the world wide web.

Naomi just annouced, immediately after eating snack: "My tummy is rumbling with hunger, mom! It is because you never gave me the cinnamon chips that you promised me!"
That will certainly satisfy you.

Here is a song Bernadette was singing to her baby while she was sitting with her:
"And sometimes we sit together! And then the trees fall on us!"
She clearly has a song writing future.

While peeling a hard boiled egg for Naomi she said: "Mom, I really don't want to sit on any of these eggs because then we would have to deal with disgusting, stinky chicks hatching out of them"
I don't teach her these things.

After getting out of a shower and realizing I had no towel, I yelled out to Naomi to grab one for me from the closet. She did:
Me: did you get it?
Naomi: oh yes! I did, I am bringing  it! It is huge! Roughly the size of me!
(it was slightly bigger than a hand towel.)

In the car while thinking really hard:
Naomi: Mommy, I think I just want to have my blankie until I am 6 or 7 years old.
Me: Oh, ok.
Naomi: (realizing what she just said) Or no, I think I want my blankie at least until I am 556 years old... or some other really long number.
Me: ok then.

Naomi to Mike while playing with Lucy one morning: "Daddy! Why don't we name the next baby that we have 'Cleave'?"
Mike consented, of course (we are not expecting)

Me: Naomi, could you please take off you dirty play shoes before you get on the couch"
Naomi: No, I don't think so. I just want to be FABULOUS!
And she is.

Cooking With Naomi

Homemade Ice Cream:

A recipe by Naomi 

PHOTO CREDIT (not Naomi's ice cream)

Naomi: Do you know how to make ice cream?
Me: yes...
Naomi (acting as if I said "no"): Well, I do!

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You're going to want to file this one in the old recipe card holder...

Step One:
First, you dip the ice cream into water, then you put salt all over it.

Step Two:
Then you twist it in the oven...

Step Three:
and you burn in it the fire.

Step Four:
Then you gobble it all up.

*We don't know where the original ice cream came from, we'll assume she followed a standard recipe...

A Note from Naomi:
"I generally put icing on mine first"

Oh good, that will really improve the finished product.

Too Much Talking + a vocab lesson

In an effort to not write a rant of a post on how much harder having a 4 and a 2 year-old is than having a 3 and 1 year-old- or even an 18 month-old and a new born- I will just post some things that the girls have said recently that have made me laugh, or at least held me back from going completely crazy.

I apologize that most of it makes no sense.

Bernadette, while changing her diaper:
"Why do you have that sticky throat on your head?"
Me:...

Bernadette (trying to include me in her play): You are the Gospel and I am the priest.
Me: What is the Gospel?
Bernadette: The Gospel brings peace and then shoves me in and rolls around and (breaks into song) Lady of the roses! You have brought us peace!

Bernadette (during their gross wake-up hour, while everyone else is sleeping): Where's daddy?
Me: Where do you think daddy is?
Bernadette: I don't know! Is he in Kansas???

Naomi has been showing off a lot of new verbal skills with big, new vocabulary words.
The problem is that most of them are completely made up by her and can only be deciphered using context clues. We'll see how you do with these. 

Naomi, after trying on a "new" dress-up hat from the thrift store:
"I think I like this hat, it looks SOBER good!"

 It sure does...

Naomi, deciding where she will sit during bedtime prayers:
"I will sit on the floor, because that is my octution"

Breaking up a fight where Bernadette has been left in tears, I asked Naomi why she was crying:
Naomi: I didn't want to be interjuiced with Bernadette!
Me: What does that mean?
Naomi: I didn't want to play with her

Naomi: Listen mom. I am not okay with bugs sharing our house with us. Here's my opersation: they can fly around all around outside but no where in the side.

Naomi: Can we go to the grotto today when we take daddy to campus?!?!
Me: Yeah, sure
Naomi: Good! I need to pray for all of my sufferings that I have committed.

There was also a very detailed explanation from Naomi the other evening about the term "salad-bottom", which apparently defines any bottom that is covered with anything- pants, underpants, a diaper- any bottom that is not bare. There you have it- salad-bottom.

She is really good at choosing names for people and things as well:

Naomi: Hello Rogita! What is your baby's name? Jigobats? That's a wonderful name for your baby. Or doops queenie because she goes doops so much.
Me (and Lucy): ok
Naomi: and this is my new teacher (Bernadette), her name is Switch Back Switch Back.
Me:...

Passing 4 alpacas at the zoo, I asked Naomi what she thought their names were. Without even 2 seconds of hesitation she responded:
"Queenie, Sneaker, Bob and Chrissy!"

And last but certainly NOT least.
Lucy: Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba





 

Too Much Talking (because I had to)

Well I suppose I will go ahead and face my utter stupidity again and just post this thing since it's already showed up on mine and Mike's google reader and anyone else who is a glutton for that much punishment that they continue to subscribe to this blog. At least now it makes sense. I have got to stop doing this.

This conversation occurred out of nowhere the other day:

Naomi: Listen. God knows every one.
Me: uh huh?
Naomi: And God loves everyone...
Me: yep
Naomi: But the family that God loves the MOST is the Hahns........ in South Bend.
Mike much be teaching her theology again.

Here are a few random declarations from the mouth of Bernadette in her voice that is always at a screaming level. Always:

"You are the most expensive girl in the whole world!!"  -- This one was directed at me.

"You're not a lady! You're a daughter!!" -- to Naomi

I thought I smelled something poopish today and asked Bernadette if she could come over for me to check her diaper, to which she replied:
"Oh yes! You can check it. But before you change me I want you to pick up those corn muffins... "
There were no corn muffins.

Naomi runs into the kitchen excitedly (always) and says:
"Mom! Come and see! What do you think I did?
-I walk slowly over hoping that nothing has been destroyed and she announces:
"This is my conditional fort!!"
It was a blanket draped over Lucy's exersaucer.

The other night before bed I was telling the girls that it had been a really tough day and that they weren't making it easy for me with their bad behavior and Naomi breaks in:
"Oh, I know! Sometimes Fireball Tireball (her freakishly named stuffed dog) is really bad. Especially on Saturdays and Sundays when he has too much energy, he gets into so many naughty things. I know, it is so hard..."
Glad you can understand.

Naomi insisting that the pig in "If you give a pig a pancake" cannot be a girl:
"I don't see any of those things... (points to her chest area)... those pointy things that grow..."
 I promptly change the subject




 That's all for now.

Too much talking: another edition

Naomi, first thing in the morning: "Mom, I've been thinking about it and in 2 weeks I really want to go on a date with my brothers."
Me: "Oh, where do you want to go?"
Naomi: "I don't know, maybe out to eat... or to a play place."
With your brothers, eh?

Naomi, while getting dressed: "Mom, I just think that it's all in my head."
Me: "What's all in your head?"
Naomi: "I don't know....like horses??.... and collared dogs???"
Yep, it's all in your head

Mike walked into a room of both girls having meltdowns and asked them if they had emotions, to which Bernadette replied angrily: "No! We don't have emotions! We have bellies... and eyes!!"
Ok

As I was talking to Lucy, Bernadette interupted:
"No, she is not Sandra! She's Lucy!"
My bad

While driving somewhere, Naomi announces: "Now I have 15 brothers instead of four."
Me: "Wow, how did you get so many brothers?"
Naomi: "It's just because of the deep, deeeep, deeeeeeeeeeep magic."
Not sure what she thinks a "brother" is.

On the way home from somewhere, I let the girls know we would be having naps as soon as we got home, to which Naomi responded: "We'll have a grand party after naps! With drums! and hands! and ropes! and PEOPLE!!"
I'm not sure I will be attending that party.

At least one of them is still quiet sometimes.